Back again! I may leave multiple comments because this is so amazing and deserves more gushing. It's just so loving - everybody realizing everyone else's quirks and accomodating them the best they know how. And it would've been fine if you'd named the baby in this story, but I'm secretly pleased that you didn't.
Clearly girls weren’t what your weewee was looking for.
Oh my god, Nana, you have just scarred me for life.
This was my favorite Wilson-Nana interchange, because it's so completely true to life. Personal anecdote: The night I got married, my husband's 70-something-year-old aunt thwapped his crotch with a fork and told me, "When he was a boy he had the cutest little hoo-hoo." Bwah ha ha!
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Clearly girls weren’t what your weewee was looking for.
Oh my god, Nana, you have just scarred me for life.
This was my favorite Wilson-Nana interchange, because it's so completely true to life. Personal anecdote: The night I got married, my husband's 70-something-year-old aunt thwapped his crotch with a fork and told me, "When he was a boy he had the cutest little hoo-hoo." Bwah ha ha!